Demanding a Titjob for Overdue Rent
The front door was wide open, and in the middle of it all, a woman was chewing out a man.
From the looks of their conversation about rent, it seemed like your typical landlord-tenant spat at first glance.
But their exchange was filled with content no normal person could ever comprehend.
"Sigh... I was wondering what nonsense you were gonna pull, and now I see you've been watching those YouTube videos where all these young MZ kids go on about money, money... No manners at all."
"Pay your overdue rent with semen. You've got three months' worth, 1.5 million won, so roughly ten loads should cover it."
It was hilarious watching her do the math in her head with cumshots, but I played along, putting on a troubled face.
"Ten times? That's tough right now... I shot a ton yesterday, so my reserves are low. Even if I jerked off today, I don't think I'd get more than three out."
"Then jerk it off right here. Pay up three loads on the spot, and I'll give you an extra week—then you can cough up the remaining seven. You're a healthy young guy... You can manage that much, right?"
"Here? Right in front of the door? That's kinda embarrassing... Can't I come inside?"
"Me? Let you in? My husband's away on a business trip right now, but he hates strangers coming into the house. Can't you just do it out here?"
"Plus, you're pretty tall for a student, but that tiny nose makes me think your dick's probably small too. Doubt you'll even manage three today."
"If you can't pay the full semen amount, get lost. I'll call the realtor tomorrow and have you evicted."
"Lady, you're going a bit too far with this."
Fuck it, should I just shut her up and fuck her right now?
"Oh? You called me 'boss' on the phone, and now it's 'lady'? I'm not some old hag, you know! Just leave." Kim Ayoung snapped.
Crack. I was about to lose my temper when I saw her turning to shut the door, and a twinge of regret hit me.
If she closed the door and went inside, I had no way to call her back out right away. I could spit out the keyword, but the soundproofing might block it. She might not even pick up if I called her phone.
As the door started to swing shut, I desperately shoved my hand through the gap first. I grabbed a firm handful of Ayoung's breast through the crack.
"Ahhng♡" A moan leaked from Ayoung's lips.
Kim Ayoung.
She'd gotten pregnant out of wedlock at a naive young age, rushed into marriage, and retired from her career. She'd spent her life drowning in regrets.
Whenever she saw her contemporaries still shining on TV, she rued that one mistake that had haunted her since her youth.
Her husband was always away on overseas business trips for his job, leaving her perpetually frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was the textbook life of a neglected widow in a lonely empty nest. She'd try to relieve her building desires through masturbation, but it was never enough.
To fill that void even a little, she'd deliberately wear trendy see-through dresses that hugged her figure, walking the streets to bask in the sidelong glances from young men, feeding her need for validation.
"Yo, did you see that? Turn around—fuck, she's hot! Lol."
She even secretly enjoyed overhearing guys like that...
Knowing she still had it gave her some comfort, which was why she absolutely hated being called an "ajumma."
For Ayoung, her one and only daughter was her sole joy and purpose in life. The girl had taken after her perfectly, born beautiful, so Ayoung projected her unfulfilled acting dreams onto her, pushing her toward idol stardom to vent her own frustrations.
Watching her daughter grow was her one true delight.
Now over twenty and an adult, her daughter had joined a small agency's training program.
But debut news was nowhere in sight, her husband was always gone, and staring at nothing but her daughter's future had worn her patience thin. That's why she'd taken out her frustrations on me, the deadbeat renter.
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"Ahhng♡"
With her breast grabbed, Kim Ayoung's sensitivity—now heightened tenfold—turned what should have been a scream into a lewd moan.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She shot back, but really, she was flustered by her own reaction—a moan slipping out just from having her tit groped.
And the moment she felt Seongtae's touch, a wave of sexual urge crashed over her, drowning out any disgust.
She wanted to push his hand away, but she couldn't.
"I'll cum inside for real. Forget embarrassment—what if I steal someone else's load and bring it? You gotta check it yourself."
I kept kneading her soft, jiggly tits and ass as I spoke.
"Ugh, can't be helped. Come in."
Ayoung was pissed about the "ajumma" jab, but with no one else home, she figured she'd collect the back rent today.
And his words made sense the more she thought about it.
She could fake it with egg whites or something...
She had no way to tell real cum from fake.
Stepping inside, the place was on the top floor of the officetel, renovated to be way bigger and nicer than my spot. Easily around 2,000 square feet, I'd guess.
First to greet me was the beautiful strains of Vivaldi's Summer from the Four Seasons—cello and violin weaving through the third movement, almost foreshadowing what was to come.
A long marble corridor stretched from the entryway. I slipped off my slippers and padded down it. A sweet coffee aroma wafted through the whole house, tickling my nose.
Emerging from the hall, the living room came into view. Gray carpet over marble floors, a massive gray sofa catching the eye, a 100-inch TV on the wall. High ceilings thanks to the penthouse, with a chandelier dangling.
Music poured from an LP turntable next to the TV. Big windows let in plenty of sunlight, with an unobstructed view outside.
Deeper in, past the hall wall, a white-themed kitchen appeared.
A coffee machine dripped steadily, its gentle aroma filling the air. Between kitchen and living room sat a long, grand marble dining table flanked by chairs.
I plopped down in one. On the table, a framed photo showed the classic happy family: husband, wife, daughter beaming together.
While I scoped the place, Ayoung set a cup in front of me, took one for herself, and sat across the table.
"Here."
I figured she'd at least offer coffee and went to sip—only to find it empty.
"Cum in this."
"Right here?"
"Like you said, you could sub in someone else's load, right? I'll watch, so jerk off into it."
Since I was playing along anyway, I figured I'd see how far this went. Without hesitation, I dropped my pants and whipped out my cock.
Pulling it out confidently felt like Guan Yu unsheathing the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.
"Oh my! What the—?! That monstrous th—"
A dick can be this big?
Ayoung was stunned at the sight of Seongtae's massive cock. Sure, the "ajumma" insult and all her stress had her on edge.
But once that huge dick filled her vision, lust overpowered everything.
Hearing that gasp never gets old...
"Alright, then I'll jerk it? Watch closely."
I eyed Ayoung's hot body and started stroking with both hands. She couldn't tear her eyes away.
Married young, she'd barely dated. After the kid, sex dropped off sharply.
Once her husband got promoted and started constant trips, her pussy might as well have grown cobwebs.
And... way bigger than my husband's...
His arms pumping up and down looked like shuttling between Seoul and Busan—intense.
Nothing like hubby's... His fit in one hand easy.
That thing... even two hands might not cover it. First time seeing a monster like that... If that went inside me...
Before she knew it, Ayoung's hand mimicked his, gripping and stroking her own cup like his shaft.
This is harder work than I thought...
She stared, transfixed, drooling. Her breath quickened, a wet spot blooming on her gray dress.
Seeing that, I stopped jerking.
"Why? Why stop? Keep going!"
Ayoung sounded like someone pissed their TV switched channels mid-show.
"Ajumma, wanna touch it?"
I poked at my dick with a finger.
"Wh—why would I touch that? And I'm not an ajumma... R—right?"
"You're drooling, ajumma. If you jerk me off, I'll cum quick. Don't you wanna get your semen rent sooner?"
"Wh—who's drooling? That's just spilled coffee!" She wiped her chin with her hand.
"Think I can't? Fine, I'll get every drop of back rent today!" Twisting her body, she scooted closer.
The power dynamic had flipped.
"I do wanna get the semen quick... So, excuse me for a sec?"
Ayoung, seventeen years my senior, was submitting to this first-time glimpse of prime cock, slipping into polite speech.
"Fine, just do it."
"Yesss..."
First, she knelt and grasped the hot, throbbing shaft with both hands.
Her small hands couldn't even wrap around its girth.
"It's... too big..."
Reflexively, she shook it with both hands. But those dainty paws couldn't satisfy Seongtae, no matter how hard she tried.
I groped her tits, but she savored the long-lost sensation, focusing purely on the handjob.
"Feels like nothing. Ajumma, try with these tits—or admit you're enjoying it?"
I pinched her rock-hard nipple and pressed.
"Ahng@! Haa haa, who said I'm enjoying it...? Hng, doesn't feel like anything right now... Just have to for the cum..."
She protested, but her ten-times-sensitive body was on fire, pussy dripping wet.
"Why the sudden polite talk, ajumma? Weren't you bantering earlier? Saying my tiny nose meant tiny dick?"
"Th—that... Ung! Sorry for the first-meeting rudeness... I've been so stressed lately..."
"Then apologize with a paizuri."
I slipped my hand into her dress, kneading her pussy lips over her panties. The suggestions left her unable to refuse or dodge.
"Hng. I—I've never done that. Hnng. Not even for Seoyeon's dad."
I vaguely recalled Seoyeon was probably the landlord's daughter.
She had the "collect rent in semen" suggestion, but unlike Eunji's case, no "this isn't lewd" clause—so Ayoung fully grasped the implications.
But the "overdue rent must be paid in semen" common sense and "must collect today" urge justified the absurdity rising from her depths.
She'd basically become a whore selling her body for cash—well, cum.
Plus, her sensitivity cranked to ten, rejecting his touch impossible.
Her brain twisted the data: I want him too.
"Okay. I'll do it then. No choice..."
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